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Written for a dear friend.
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Beyond imagining,
Engulfed in the message of
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Men see boldness as being bitchy,
Except of course if you’re a man.
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Burdened by human frailty,
Enduring in my faith;
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Soulful Whispher is he
Talented writer on allpoetry
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Night creatures ornament the old Mother Nature
Gather under the moon to enchant the lost souls...
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Slithering thoughts that drip onto their given medium
usurping all established confines of normalcy
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Harbinger of a hallowed hereafter
onslaught of organic obscurity
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Hobbling and groaning, full of mutation, Affliction of casualty, they’re Hell’s creation,
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Breeze, gentle first, then burst burst followed till leaves lifted, stimulating sudden start.
Open source sprung links which once apart we
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Like to see that smile, those eyes Only the time we've spent and what it all means
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Contrary to worldly thought,
One must die to self to live.
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EMBers' glow. Time’s treadmill's subtle span
Ends here, weaves gilt edged leaves for Winter's tale,
Rime Jack Frost etches into sonnet
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He changed so quickly Out of that bland disguise!
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Hiding behind the mask is the grim,
as if this crooked smile could glow
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Poetry of autumn's harvest splendor Using nature to charm the gods
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Sweet kiss, soft brush of silken scarf, tingle tinkling magic laugh, what more could any man desire twin tuning forks for mutual fire?
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Keep troth, swift speed, shared need feeds ache.
Each each may teach outreach to grow,
To hold, to cherish, flow, and so[w]…
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Haunted house upon the hill
Acquiring candy for kids to steal
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Reason as its season can’t enfold Eternity: both sot and sage had sold all precious for an extra life-line frayed, sold soul for sole exten
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All powerful and majestic,
No evil can stand in Your presence;
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Though mortal still, endowed with second-sight,
'I' melts in 'you' - gene-I-US equal quite -
'My', 'Your' and 'Our' identical. Time's ey
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Energies elevated exponentially Love lifted beyond limits
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Life is a game where cards are closely stacked
Against the players, every one of whom
Is well aware his [s]pace [t]race in life’s room
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Initially wrong
To may misconceptions
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